Burnetpaw Training Tracker

[Cinderspirit]

↠ Burnetpaw's Tracker ↞

✿ = complete | ❀ = incomplete | ✾ = optional

❀ Hunting Lesson
❀ Fighting Lesson
❀ Rabbit Hunting Lesson

✾ Border Tour

✾ Patrols
⤷ Leechscar and Owlpaw
⤷ Hawkfur and Duckfeather

✾ Battle Experiences (INAPPLICABLE)

✾ Life Experiences

✾ Plot Participation

✿ Clan Meeting: Lichenshock's Warrior Ceremony/Burnetpaw's Reassignment
❀ Clan Meeting

❀ Final Assessment

Current Mentor: Hawkfur / @Mica

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 55 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Burnetpaw - @Cinderspirit ]
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It had been a while since Burnetpaw was assigned to him, but finally Hawkfur had been given the go-ahead by Lightningstorm to return to his duties as long as he was careful with his leg. The Fury padded to the apprentice den, poking his head inside and looking for the older apprentice. "Burnetpaw," Hawkfur called when he spotted her, giving her a smile. "Hey kiddo, you up for some hunting training?"

He slipped out of the den, awaiting her approach. Once she appeared, he left camp with her behind him and headed out into the moors. "So! Let's cover the basics. When you're hunting, stealth and speed is important. You always want to remain downwind from prey, so the wind doesn't blow your scent towards them." He paused, noting how the wind buffeted his fur back towards camp. "Right now we are upwind of camp, and camp is downwind from us. Makes sense?" He shook out his pelt, the chilled wind making his fur stand on end. "The next basic hunting thing to cover is your hunter's crouch." Hawkfur dropped to the ground, hissing softly at the pain that lanced up his still-healing leg. He did his best to ignore it, keeping his paws spread to help with balance, tail flat out, belly fur not quite touching the ground. "You gotta keep your balance while in a crouch, and don't want your fur touching the grass since you might alert the prey through the sound. Why don't you try?"

[Cinderspirit]

↠ B U R N E T P A W ↞

11 moons ~ WindClan ~ she/her ~ 24/100
"i cut my teeth on second hand sentiments"

The brown and white molly poked her head out of the apprentice's den, blinking bleary-eyed at her mentor before stepping out to follow him. This early in the morning there was dew heavy in the air, clinging to the grass and leaves and dampening her fur as she brushed by them. The chill they brought made her shiver, her pelt not yet thick enough to keep out the cold. Still, the world being suspended in water was strangely comforting, like a blanket had fallen over the landscape. She kept all of these thoughts to herself, of course, as she padded up the moors after her mentor.

She stopped when he instructed, curling her long tail neatly around herself as she sat down to listen to his instructions. He was a good teacher, this she realised quickly. Burnetpaw appreciated the way he could convey information quickly and concisely, as she was all too aware that they didn't have much time to train if she didn't want to remain an apprentice for an embarrassingly long time. She nodded at his question, stretching her neck up slightly to see how the grasses rippled in the direction of camp.

Flicking her gaze over his demonstration of the hunting crouch she got to her paws languidly, crouching low in an attempt to copy him. She saw how his tail lay perfectly still but not touching the ground behind him and did her best to quiet its quivering. The effort of keeping her belly fur off the floor burned her shoulder muscles but she pressed them together stubbornly, making sure her shoulders didn't set the grass swaying and give away her position. Keeping that crouch was harder than she had anticipated.
@Mica - Hawkfur

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 55 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Burnetpaw - @Cinderspirit ]
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Hawkfur watched Burnetpaw drop into a crouch, keeping in mind her tail and her belly. She was mindful of the grasses, which earned an approving nod. "Good, good. Now, usually before you crouch, you're going to scent for prey. Why don't you hop on up and see if you can scent anything? We can give you a chance to practice. No better place to learn than on the job, I say!" Hawkfur chuckled, tail swishing idly behind him. "And don't worry about pouncing--it's easier than you think. Just make sure you're not on a muddy patch, since you might slip and instead of jumping, you end up with a face full of mud."

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↠ B U R N E T P A W ↞

11 moons ~ WindClan ~ she/her ~ 25/100
"i cut my teeth on second hand sentiments"

Already Burnetpaw could tell that Hawkfur was an incredibly competent mentor, earning him some more of her rarely-given respect. She gave a sharp nod at his instructions and hopped to her paws once more, beginning to swivel her ears, coral pink nose twitching as she inhaled the scents of the grassland. Luckily there was no pollen to obstruct her scents, the frost of leafbare having stripped the moors of life. Suddenly a different scent caught her attention, both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. She had known this scent since she was young from the prey pile, but rabbit had never smelled so alive. Angling her ears in the direction of the scent she hissed through her teeth, "Rabbit. Over there, see?" Its twitching ears were just visible above the long grass now, waving slightly in the breeze that rippled through her pelt, "Should I...?"
@Mica